Fat Trel - E Street Flow lyrics

[Intro: Fat Trel] UGH Yeah *Clears throat* It's bout that time mane Well ugh [Verse 1: Fat Trel] I got money in my eyes, no surprise, how I'm ridin' Rappin' all the time I'm just waitin' on my signin' Rappers on their heels, I was trappin' while reclinin' Wonderin' what took that boy Wale so long to find her Mindin' my business, but all the haters in it That's why when I'm preformin' they never want me to finish And I'm just warmin' up, the liquor keep me replenished My swag so different, North East significance Rappin' got me gettin' it, chillin' on my Gilligan Island got my wildin', and stylin', and poppin' Ritalin Geekin' just to spit again, studio gigglin' Laughin' at my past, and then askin' to call my b**h again Tell her to come over in that Rover and let me hit again Watch her legs open, that ocean where I be swimmin' in Hopin' that the coast ain't clear, so I can open it And let the whole city, and Maryland Virgina listen in [Verse 2: Wale] Tell E Street don't worry we gotta 'em n***a jump out lemme know if there's a problem High tail Prada, pop my collar, son y'all n***a's ??? Pickin' up Trel on the way down bottom ??? to the Chronic ??? L.V. jeans so my posites Copper Doin' pretty good for a n***a quit college HUH, I'm just countin' my cottage ROC nation, y'all know Mr. Carter Stop hatin DC, know I got ya MoCo too, no, a n***a ain't forgot ya Switchin' up lanes, all black thang Fried than a mug with some p**no Dame I don't sell d**, but my boy got Cane n***as cookin' up pies like Digiorno, mane HUH, I'mma keep a n***a off the street So please stand for the whole North East MoCo bang, lil G-R-E, Fat Trel'd up, A-L-E, BIOTCHH [Verse 3: Fat Trel] Ride through my city with a bad a** b**h Bad a** 40 with a 30 round clip Put it on my hip let a n***a bullsh** And I react like Gucci and then I dip Say you gettin' tips, b**h I sold like six And I sold more hoes than you sold bricks Can't see the ??? And I drink more O cups, take more pictures White and yellow diamonds she know that's my sh** Phat a** and tits, you know that's my b**h Sixteen 'hunnid block ??? So you know I copped a 'hunnid block of that sh** Like f** school, rather f** hoes, count my bread, smoke more Dro Pop more ??? Go to Go-Go's, and stunt on b**h n***a's and bad a** hoes On the highway doin' one-six-o Laughin' at the bread fallin' out my window UH, Fat Trel smoke ??? and my weed ain't grained, for yo info Purp in my cup make me f** slow But when I blend up than the b**h won't know, and UGH That's when down South she go, blowin' kid dick like a Saxophone Lul money, can't leave them stacks alone n***a's to scared to react with the zone f**ed ya baby mova, told her go on home Now I heard the b**h love me and she playin' on my phone Like b**h, "SO WHAT", b**h "SHUT UP" Tell ya baby fava, I'ont give uh f** When he see me, he gon' be strapped, when he see me ask me "What's up" E Street bang, let the pump lift 'em up Throw 'em in the trunk n***a, light his a** up UGH, Fat Trel, I'on't really give ah f** n***a, North East, E Street, sippin' on da cup That's Grey Goose, that sh** straight Got my pocket my sh** paid Aye Wale, say "What's good" Next day we go get that K, and we can go get that cake Like what you n***a's bake